A Letter to Mr. Icke
Dear Mr. Icke:
I didn’t see any escaped child slaves, but maybe I wasn’t looking hard enough. I’m keeping my eyes open now for any second eyelids closing, I’ll let you know if I see any. Also, I ate a sandwich.
With love,
Vvinni J. Gagnepain
The sandwich was a pretty good sandwich. But it was NOT a good Sammich.
That’s what I forgot to do! I only threw a biscuit at someone.
Remember, you have to INFURIATE them if you want them to show you their extra eyelids! INFURIATE THE LIZARDS!
They especially hate it when you throw soup in their face.